Page:Poet Lore, volume 27, 1916.djvu/35



( enters from rear, dressed in a simple, tasteful gown as befits the hostess.)

( enters at the same time from front hall.)

( enters behind .)

Mrs. Heller (Frankly).—At last, then, our doctor! (She extends her hand to .) Ah, Dr. Vlasák! (Extending her hand to .)

Vlasák (Kissing hand).—Are we not to be scolded gracious lady, for coming late?

Mrs. Heller.—What are you thinking of? You are practically the first ones. Only the Daneš and Mr. Dušek have arrived as yet. (Quickly) To be sure—the artists also, Mr. Bláha and Miss Bukovský.

Nedoma. (Merrily to ).—There—what did I say? It is, my friend, still good form to come very late. (Draws out his watch and shows it to ) The company is invited for eight, is it not? Please note—it is half past eight—(He points to the face of the watch) and still we’ll wait longer!

Mrs. Heller (Laughing).—You are bad, doctor! Why, Mr. Dušek is already here—

Nedoma (Cuttingly).—To be sure, I comprehend how it is Dušek wasn’t late!

Mrs. Heller.—and the Daneš. (With a smile.) And now, you don’t comprehend why Dr. Vlasák came late, do you?

Vlasák. (Hesitates).—But, gracious lady—

Nedoma.—Then it is really Miss Daneš?

Mrs. Heller.—Didn’t you know it, doctor? Oh, you must immediately offer congratulations!

Nedoma (Offering his hand).—Should I?